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... ike a prayer than a taunt. He wasn’t sure whether he prayed for them, or for himself. Perhaps both.
The thought clung to his chest like armor, but armor made of paper—thin, fragile, one touch away from tearing.
His breath fogged in the night air, carrying with it a metallic tang he could not name.
The Weight of History
The elves.
Long-eared folk who had carved their dominion not in stone, nor in steel, but in the forest’s marrow itself.
A people wh ...
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